My Parents Killed My Self-Esteem - Now I'm Done Taking Criticism

When I think back on all the thousands of parental criticisms made "for my good" over thirty years, my blood boils. Hundreds, nay, thousands of 'em. It sta, not because I was bad, but because I was 15 and that's the time narcissistic parents start feeling nervous because their kid is growing up and they might, just might, lose control.

I was 14 and shocked by all the criticisms suddenly blind-siding me. They ranged from making me believe I was an (almost) slut to something as vague as, "Shake my hand and commit to 'try harder.'" To this day I wonder how much harder I could try. I already had a 4.0 GPA. And the blind-siding hurt worse than the criticisms themselves.

But no one (except my husband, Michael, and God), and I mean no one, is going to criticize me, lecture me nor shame me anymore.

It's done. Over! I'm damn near 40 years old and frickin' fine the way I am.

In the words of Star Trek's Captain Jean-Luc Picard, "The line must be drawn here! This far, no further!"

Or in the words of comedian Eddie Murphy, "It's my [blog] and if you don't like it, get the frick out." Click here to watch that hysterically funny moment!

To read the full article on Huffington Post, click here!

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